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... ne when her expression shifted. Her eyes narrowed, the warmth fading into suspicion, and she placed her hands on her hips like a mother catching her child sneaking cookies before dinner.
“Alright, Kafka.” She said slowly, tilting her head. “Why exactly did you come up here?”
He blinked, feigning innocence, though the smirk tugging at his lips ruined the act.
“Don’t play dumb with me.” Abigaille pointed a finger at him. “I can tell by that look on your face, you’re up to s ...
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